a rose now retired
mere petals of preoccupation
such cascading silk
sweet remnants
most subtly discussed
the bloom and broadening
of mental space
verses
mortal trips
lips leading minds
into kingdoms of frenzied
affairs
there are paintings
in these Utopian eyes
still yet to be discovered
housed in a pale soft museum
of unhurried
flesh
impartial to the changing winds
of maturity
I say
let this be our storm..........
(written July 24,2004 330am)